MY BIO STILL SAYS 17 OH MY GOD THAT’S FAKE IM ALMOST 23 LMAO i’m leaving it as is tho bc i think it’s funny

update: I’m like almost 25. I’ve been here since I was. 12???? that’s half my life anw cheers

the barbenheimer experience i had was so funny i saw oppenheimer first and in a quiet scene we could literally hear ken singing in the theater next to us and then during barbie it when was quiet we could hear a fucking explosion coming from the oppenheimer screening

I dont know what to say. I’m at a ,’ , |,’_’ for words

Throwback to when I took painkillers and woke up with Photoshop open on my computer to this image I had made

Hi this currently has 37 thousand notes and I just want to ask - why?

Big Things Are Coming

💷🥄🥔 BIG THINGS ARE COMING🥔🥄💷

✨ Abundance Spell✨ 

Wealth, weal, and plentiful spoons are coming to me 👏

✨💰🪙🥄🥔💰🌟💰🥄🥔🪙 💰✨

Like to charge Reblog to cast

Oh my god the question at the center of death note isn’t “how do we make the world a better place” it’s “if a cop’s son had the power of a god, would that be fucked up or what”

#death note doesn't have a point other than 'watch how quickly this one guy decides to be the worst person ever'#and that is because we are all actually looking at it from the perspective of ryuk#we are his shinigami buddies and he's telling us about this totally bonkers time he had on earth#ryuk: yeah i gave this guy a death note and he immediately became a megalomaniacal serial killer#ryuk: i didn't even have to suggest it like that was his FIRST thought it was great (via @andsotheuniverseended​)

whenever i see people giving long detailed answers to selfship asks on my dash

It’s practically 2014 and you guys still don’t know how to google if an article is real or not before giving it 100,000 notes

The Wristwatch

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

You had not known you were Nanami Kento's girl, until the Wristwatch Incident.

In truth, your affection had been brewing so slowly, you had not known if you were imagining it.

You had not realised you were in love with Kento, until he leaned in close, and you smelled the smoky, wood-rich warmth of him. Until you found yourself nursing stomach-dropping disappointment, if your phone pinged and it wasn't him. Until you woke up in cold sweats, the memory of the dream of his skin on yours so vivid that your heartbeat throbbed between your legs.

You couldn't accept it. It couldn't be love, when he did not love you back. And yet...that intoxicating dance continued, while your head dipped in denial...blinkered.

The extra coffee that would be gently slid over the desk to you, by a strong, gentle hand. The late night phonecalls, decompressing from the stress of your missions. The occasional dinner in each others' company, because, well...we both need to eat? Why not eat together?

My favorite thing about Sweeney Todd is that Sweeney gets into the killing-and-baking people business because he’s a deeply broken man destroyed by an unjust and corrupt system that cost him his freedom and family and has been driven mad by revenge.

And Mrs Lovett does it because somthin wrong with her <3

"Convince me to quit my job."

You laugh at the request, having heard it enough times to know he the angle he's going for.

"Kento, no."

A weary sigh from the other end of the phone line. "You didn't even try."

"Because without your job you'd be broke as well as exhausted. And it's just for another year or two, til that partner retires and you can actually start doing what you trained to do --"

You're cut off by a faint groan. "Have you always been this sensible?"

"We'll call it your influence," you reply with a grin, balancing your phone between your ear and shoulder as you make yourself another coffee. "Is it that bad?"

Kento's on day five of a week-long conference out of town; the longest you two have been apart since getting together. You can foresee his answer since he's never tried to hide his misery, but feel it appropriate to ask anyway.

"Awful. Full of boring workshops delivered by boring people in a boring conference centre." A pause. "I'd much rather be home with you."

Stirring the coffee carefully, trying to keep it from spilling onto the kitchen counter, you chuckle softly. "I know."

Another pause.

"What if I told you I'd be home a bit more from now on?"

It's your turn to hesitate, not wanting to jump to conclusions.

"Wait!" you exclaim, and the fact that he actually does wait lets you know everything you were about to ask.

"You got it?" you go to confirm, though it sounds more like a statement than a question, your voice pitching up at the end of the sentence.

"Partner took early retirement," he says, and you can hear his smile from the other end of the line. "Means I can work from home every other week. I just wanted to see your thoughts on my job before I took it, y'know, in case you did have any compelling arguments on quitting."

"I have compelling thoughts on my husband being made partner before he turns thirty, if you want to hear those?"

He laughs, warm and adoring. "Oh, very much so."

nanami’s side of the bed wouldn’t even be called nanami’s anymore. you sleep there nearly every day, blaming it on how the pillows smell of him.

nanami’s clothes aren’t his anymore, you're sleeping in his shorts and t-shirt tonight. you wore his shirt yesterday, and took his ties for some clothes experiments last week.

nanami’s sacred pens are no longer his own, he finds them on the table after you tried to scribble up something and forgot to put them back.

nanami’s mugs are now shared, always in the dishwasher even when he doesn’t recall using them at all. 

nanami’s thoughts don’t belong just to him anymore. you’d bug him about it all day if he doesn’t share what he’s thinking — so he, with an exasperated sigh, tells you what’s on his mind.

nanami’s salary doesn’t go straight to his savings account like it used to, instead taking a portion of it to spend on you. ‘you’ means gifts, flowers, dates, trips, trinkets, and so on.

nanami’s weekends aren’t as quiet as they once were; now they’re chaotic, full of so much of you. 

nanami’s fridge is full nowadays. candy, leftovers, ice cream, cheese, cake, bread, and the list goes on. so many things that don’t go along with his diet fill the once-empty shelves.

nanami doesn’t spend as much time in his study as before you moved in. now old books are left to collect dust, long forgotten in a room that’s never lit. even when he decides to pick one up and read it, it’s the minute that he sees your face the book is tossed away.

nanami’s happiness still comes from days off, but now it’s because those days are spent with you. days when he slept long and ignores the world are long gone, now he gets to sit and focus on you, watching as everything else becomes nothing but background noise.

nanami has always been sure he’s not looking for marriage, at least not right now. but he swears that ring looks so perfect for you. there’s no way he’d miss it. 

nanami stands in front of the bathroom mirror 5 minutes late every day because you’re still figuring out how to fix his tie the right way without any help. he can’t seem to rush you, though — what’s being precisely on time have on your little giggles as you sit on the sink and struggle to finish a task he could have done in under a minute?

nanami has been spending so much time eating as of late, more time than he can afford. while he used to finish a meal in approximately fifteen minutes, now dinners could stretch to two hours. he couldn’t get off the table early when you sit across from him, talking and joking and doing anything that’s not eating. he simply can’t possibly not indulge in the little conversations, appreciating every moment he gets to spend in your presence. nanami’s life wouldn’t even be called his anymore. you’re a storm, invading his life all at once, bringing in your chaos along with you. you’ve infatuated him, you’ve assailed his senses and changed his very being. every time nanami’s eyes align with yours, he prays your presence isn’t a fleeting one. he silently hopes you don’t leave as suddenly as you came, that you plan to stay.

Y’know what? Fuck you. *Plays an acoustic guitar version of your leitmotif to show you still have tenderness and care in your heart, and compassion for others*

yeah? well fuck YOU *plays a music box version of your leitmotif to show that this is your home and its comfortable and nostalgic here*

No, piss off! *plays your leitmotif with immense reverb and a toned-down synth sound to show that nostalgia can also be about loss of what never truly was, a reflection of a reflection and a false memory of a false memory*

ok, boomer. *plays your leitmotif using discordant synth bass to display your spiral into villainy after you discover that your memories were a fabricated illusion that were created just to keep you complacent, and how that information is destroying you*

How many times do I have to teach you this lesson, old man? *plays your leitmotif in harmony with my own, intensity of both changing as our climactic battle’s balance shifts back and forth, eventually leaving only one with long, low pauses to musically represent our mutual struggle to overtake the other, yet not being able to exist in full without them.*

oh, you’re going to regret that! *plays your leitmotif on piano in short, soft notes to show that you’re being worn down, and that your energy is at a low, but with a steadily rising bassline that foreshadows your upcoming second form*

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

Riliane's secret letter to Kyle when he renounced to his wedding with her.

Parody of "world is mine"

Art by Kainily (youtube)

PRINCESS WISH

Their eyes seemed to shimmer in the light, brighter than any gem could ever do. Warm, sunny rays seemed to just bounce of their skin like a mirror. Their hair would gently swish and sway in the warm wind. They smiled brightly the first time they had met, which had set the princess' heart ablaze with adoration.

The tyrant princess seemed to have followed them around like a puppy tied on a leash. She would get sad or irritated whenever they would have to interact with anyone but them. A scowl would be on her face whenever they would leave their side, for whatever reason.

The princess has asked them to stay at their kingdom, in their castle multiple times, even after they had separated, the princess would write pages upon pages, asking, begging, pleading that they come to at least visit her.

But sadly, they had their own kingdom to worry about.

One day however, they received their usual letter from the princess, although, this time it was much more shorter than usual letters they received from her.

It read as so:

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

𝐼𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒-𝓉𝑜-𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈.

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑅𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓃 𝒟'𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒

Sweat rolled down their forehead in panic. What would the princess do if they would continue to refuse them? Would she pronounce war against your kingdom. They did not what to think about what would happen.

They tore the letter to millions of pieces, leaving it scattered all over their carpeted office floor. Quietly, they left their messy office to go back to their bedroom.

After commanding the two soldiers that stood guard outside their room to make sure that no one came in while they slept, they dragged themselves over to the bathroom to at least freshen up before getting into their bed.

They climbed under their thick covers, prayer that whatever the princess was talking about in her letter that it would not come true. They shut their eyes close, thinking of anything but the tyrant princess.

After what seemed like only a few minutes to the royal, they were suddenly shaken awake by one of their guards. In a panicked voice, he explains how someone had set their the castle ablaze. The royal was quickly wide awake at the guard's message and quickly got out of bed.

The guard led them out of the castle where all of the servants and other guards were waiting for the royal. They look at their castle and see smoke coming from their east side. Swiftly, they climbed onto on of the guard's horses and galloped over to where the smoke was coming from.

As they got closer to the source, there was someone speaking. Unfortunately, they could not tell what they were saying from their distance.

Their horse started to slow down, doing into a trot and the voices just got more and more loud.

Abruptly, everything went completely black. The royal felt themselves fall off their horse and then their stead screaming in freight, running away from them as quick as it could.

The voices that they heard was right next to their ears now. They could feel thick rope tie together their ankles and wrists, stopping any further movement from the royal.

The owners of the voices grabbed either end of them, lifting them off the ground and away in a direction they could not tell.

Something covered the royal's mouth, a cloth. One of their kidnappers had been trying to make the royal fall unconscious. Unfortunately, it had worked. The royal was blacked out, in a forced conscious.

After what felt like days, the royal woke up to the feeling of being rumbled around.

They were laying in something soft. It was as soft as a pillow. The royal obviously panicked. They tried to move away from the softness and the warmth, they were not used to it.

Suddenly, a high pitched, familiar voice was heard, "Oh my love. Stop squirming about. You're only going to hurt yourself."

The royal stopped all their movement once they heard the other voice. It seemed to similar to a voice they already knew well enough to recognize without a face.

"Please, let me help up off the floor sweetheart." coed the voice.

A reached down and gently helped the royal up off the carriage floor and onto the plush seats. The royal's head was forced back into the stranger's lap. The stranger forced their face to point upwards and slowly but surely, the stranger untied their eye covering.

The sudden light blinded the royal momentarily, before a soft smiling face appeared in their vision.

It was a beautifully dressed girl around the age of fourteen. She had soft blonde hair that fell by the sides of her face. Her dark blue eyes stared into the royal's with a type of adoration that they could not comprehend.

When their eyes widened in surprise, the princess smiled softly at them. "I do hope that remembered my face." the girl spoke.

The princess was none other than the one that had been spending the royal so many letter.

Princess Riliane Lucifen D'autriche.

"Ah, so it seems that you do remember me after all." she giggled out.

The royal awkwardly chuckled at her words.

"Pardon my words princess... but may I ask why I am currently tied up and laying in your lap?" they questioned.

The princess' face scrunched up at the royal's words. She let out, "First of all, from now on you shall call me dear or darling and you will only get out when I decide that I can trust you."

The royal's face twisted into a surprised look as they stared at the princess' still scrunched face. Realizing what they had to say, they whispered, "I apologize my dear."

The princess' face lit up in happiness and excitement. She wrapped her arms awkwardly around their neck as she giggled happily at the royal's words.

Oh boy

-------------------------------------------------------

men who can’t help but slut themselves out a little bit around you because they just like you so much!

they’re constantly making sure they’re dressed in clothes that fit their physique in the most flattering/revealing way whenever they find out you’ll be tagging along for drinks. they spritz on the cologne that you once commented you liked on them, and make sure to lean in slightly when you talk to them so that you can undoubtedly catch the scent of it.

they laugh at your jokes and flutter their eyelashes all pretty-like while they’re listening to you and are paying attention extra hard. are fixing their hair in the mirror whenever they go to the restroom even though they’d never bother otherwise. are draping their arm across your chair, pretending they’re just trying to get more comfortable. even the sound of their voice changes slightly whenever they’re focused on you.

also, they show off their neck by undoing the top button of their shirt and sometimes readjust their belt, hoping that you’ll take a peek while they do it.